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A few days ago I had a dream that said something to me about my writing efforts. You can read the dream and my interpretation of it HERE. The upshot is: I’m going to direct my efforts toward writing books for children and teens — writing the kind of stories my grandchildren enjoy. 🙂

I also want to publish another book of poetry and short stories like Silver Morning Song.

This blog, Friday Tales, was my little experiment. A way of separating the writing I was doing with the Friday Fictioneers group from the regular journal posts and poetry on my main blog. However, I’m going to abandon this effort and go back to posting everything I write on Christine’s Collection.

Many thanks to Rochelle for hosting this “Friday Flash Fiction” writers group, and to J Hardy Carroll for contributing this inspiring photo — to which he holds the copyright. Surely many upbeat tales will come of such a fun scene. To read them all, click on the link on Rochelle’s blog.

When I saw this picture I immediately thought of a family at the fair. This world can be such a fun place for children. Then I thought of Barb…and a painful twinge reminded me that life is sometimes neither fun or fair. Hope you’ll bear with me, fellow Fictioneers, if I take a moody side trip today.

Our host, Rochelle, gave us another Friday Flash Fiction prompt two days ago. Many thanks to Rochelle for her diligence, also to Sarah Potter who contributed the photo.

Sorry I haven’t been reading and commenting, being knee-deep this week in formatting the print version of Silver Morning Song. (Amazing how many revision pdfs you can download to CreateSpace and they don’t start rejecting them!) Now that task is behind me — until I discover the next “need-to-fix” — and I was musing on the spider web prompt when a scene came to mind.

So, better late than never; better short than long. This week’s tale is coming in at 67 words — a record for me. You can find the links to other Fictioneers’ stories, at Rochelle’s blog, Addicted to Purple.

Our beloved Host, Rochelle, has sent us another Friday Fictioneers prompt, so I’ll allow the creative artist, Marcel — my character from last week’s post — to exercise his talent in art interpretation again.

Many thanks to Rochelle for hosting this group so faithfully. You can find her, and the link to other Fictioneers’ stories, at Addicted to Purple. Thanks also to Roger Bultot for donating the photo that prompts us to tell our tales this week.

Wednesday again and here’s the Friday flash fiction photo e-mail. Our beloved Rochelle faithfully inspires our creativity regardless of the weather or the season. If you wish to join in, just skate over to HER BLOG and click on that frozen blue frog.

Funny what pops into your head when you see these photo prompts. This morning I got a notice via BookBub about a new book on sale today on Amazon: in his book, Hunting Evil, journalist Guy Walters writes about the search for escaped Nazi war criminals. I’ve read a few accounts on this subject before, enough to know the CIA— or its forerunner— had a finger in that pie. Then I saw today’s prompt — ah, modern art! — and the wheels started spinning upstairs.

Then Simeon took the baby Jesus up in his arms, and blessed God, and said,“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word: For mine eyes have seen thy salvation, which thou hast prepared before the face of all people; a light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.”And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him. Luke 2:29-33

Wishing all my readers a happy and peaceful Christmas holiday.
Thanks for reading and following this blog. I appreciate you all.

I’m a bit slow getting my story posted, though I wrote it mentally soon after I saw the prompt. One of my first thoughts was “like looking for a needle in a hay stack.” In this case, a hat stack. I decided to go with that. So who’d be looking, and for what?

Many thanks to our kind, long-suffering moderator, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for taking such time and effort in formulating encouraging replies to all our stories. Check out her blog, Addicted to Purple, for more info about the group, or details on how to post your own.

Special thanks go to Bjorn Rudberg for this hat collection photo which has spurred us Friday Fictioneers to spin some unrivalled yarns.

Joel eyed the stacks of hats. “This’ll take forever! Just take one of these on top.”

Natalie puffed in exasperation. “Princess wants the one she saw Tiannia’s mom knitting. Bring home a different one and she won‘t wear it, okay? Now, we’re looking for a pink one with two white and green zigzags, narrow white zigzag between.

Friday Fiction Story time again. Our photo prompt this time is supplied by Sandra Cook and Rochelle W-F is our light-hearted host for this group endeavour. Every week dozens of writers hand their muses this same picture and all manner of stories come forth. If you’d like to read others’ stories or add one yourself, hop over to her blog, Addicted to Purple, and click the blue frog.

Being a caregiver can be an every-minute-of 24/7 occupation. When my father-in-law had Alzheimer’s, Mom snatched bathroom breaks when she could, always afraid he’d wander outside looking for her.

A LIGHT LOOK (Sometimes You Just Have to Laugh)

That light looks so familiar, Adina thought. But where’s Henry? Why has he left me here?

“Mom! Stop!”

Adina turned and saw Judy running toward her.

“You were to stay in the house and wait for me, Mom.”

“But I have to find Dad. We’re going somewhere.”

Judy took her by the arm. “You’ve an appointment, remember. I’m taking you. I just stopped to pee first.”

Adina chuckled. “You’re too old to pee, Judy.”

Judy burst out laughing, then wiped a tear. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Why does she laugh, but cry, too? Adina wondered. What’s wrong with that girl?

Another Friday Fictioneers prompt popped into my In-box early this morning. Our dear moderator, Rachel Wisoff-Fields rises in the wee hours and works by flickering screen-light to zip our photo prompt around the world. (Okay, she may schedule it, but how romantic does that sound?) If you wish to post a response yourself, go to Rochelle’s blog and click the blue frog.

Today’s drizzly-looking photo was supplied by Dale Rogerson. It will undoubtedly engender tales of cold hearts and tears of sorrow, but my mind went to an account of a woman whose sight was restored by an operation. A scene that seems dreary to us would look quite novel to someone who’s seeing it for the first time. And I wanted to add a touch of romance just for fun.